03x14 - Music Day

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We're tiny We're toonies We're all our

little loonies And in this cartoony We're

invading your TV With comic

dispatchers We've cut them all into

sensors Our tiny two adventures get a

dose of comedy So here's at the acres,

it's a whole wide world apart Our homes,

it only stands alone The cartoon works of

art Left breath we're rejected Expect the

unexpected

too sharp. They're furry, they're funny.

They're fast and busted bunny. Much had a

match as money. Now my wreck is a pain.

He's husband, and lucky. Disney, devil,

yucky. Purple's a monkey, and go-go

is his bail. At Aspen University, we

heard our tunic green. He's the teaching

class, been getting waxed since 1933.

We're tiny, we're soonies, we're all a

little loonyIt's tiny, soon adventures,

come and join the fun.

Now our song is done.

You can pluck up and you'll work for a

harp. You can play the keys, flat or

sharp. You can make a zoom. Aiming

away from the day in, tiny toons to the

day.

And I never had a lesson in my life.

Let's sing, let's sing! All is

nice, all is good, and

we are acting

as we should. Let's sing,

let's sing! Come

on, everybody, let's sing along!

Let's sing. Let's sing our

nice, our good, and

we are acting

as we should. Let's sing.

Let's sing.

Ruffy will be right back. Don't scooch an

inch.

Pardon me, friend, but would you

please... BE QUIET!

Calm, music lover, ehWanna hear Stairway

to Heaven?I am doing a concert for

impressionable children, and I do not

need that electric sewage destroying

their minds! It isn't nice. It isn't

gentle. It isn't Ralphie!

Do we understand?

Mm-hmmGood

boy. That guy needs an attitude

adjustment, and I've got just the

tools.

Good little boys don't make loud noise.

They sit very still all day.

And good little girls don't muss their

curls because girls don't play that way.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la. Gangway!

Coming through. Watch your toddler

breath. Oh, excuse me, little boy.

Are you having trouble finding your seat?

No, it's right to

you. Okay, why don't we sit down, huh

Stepford kids. Why don't

we sing the animal song?

Animals, animals, they go round and

round Animals,

animals, they make lots of sounds

Like the duck. Okay, kids. The duck goes

quack and quack, quack, quack And then

he quacks some more I

guess that all that quacking is

what ducks are for

Imagine what Plucky would say. I'd say

that this is another example of species

stereotype, and I'd like to rebuff--

now-- OK, now you

pick the animal. Giraffe.

OK, here we go. The giraffe.

The giraffe goes--

And then he woos some

more. I guess that all the measured

giraffes are poor.

Okay, now, how about another animal?

Sweet town snot!

I have an idea! How about another

song?And I know just the boy to

help me! Now, in

this song, you're my special

helper! You don't talk, you

just play the drum, okay?

Now, let's sing The Body Song.

Yay!

That's the beat.

This is my head You heard what I said

'Cause I use my mouth Which

is on my face That sits on a base That

is my neckTo quote

Voltaire, Anything stupid to be said is

song. These are my arms, they keep me

from harm 'cause I use them to hug.

This is my heart, it allows me to start

'cause it beats like a drum. This is my

rear, I keep it chilly 'cause I use it to

sit. These are my feet, they kept me beat

'cause I use them to dance. This is my

head, you heard what I said 'cause I use

my mouth, which is on my face that sits

on the base that is my neck. These are my

arms, they keep them

This

is my head, you heard why I said, 'cause

I use my mouth, which is on my face that

sits on the base that is my neck. These

are my hugs, they keep me from out,

'cause I use them

to

hug.

I thought we should hear a new song,

one where no one knows the words

but me.

Baby Monkey was so little and sweet. Baby

Monkey tried to cross the street. He

looked to the left and looked to the

right. And when the traffic was done, he

stepped off the curb and was hit by a bus

sent off to Kingdom Come.

I have had it with you, you rude,

snot-nosed little rugrat!

What?! Why, for

you yell at my son?

Your... son?

There you go. No

one yells at my son!

It's not nice!

Revenge isn't sweet, kids. It's actually

salty, but just a twist of lime.

Send alarms throughout the land We just

gonna take the stand Duck and cuff a grab

your knees You're there, we might be

Now, Sneezer, you've got to practice your

trumpet extra hard. Uh.. all

by yourself. Oh, I will, Professor

Porky, sir! I'll find a private place

and practice, practice, practice! You'll

see!

Thank

you.

I'm gonna practice here in the basement

until I'm the bestest trumpet player in

the whole school! Yep, I sure am!

Right after lunch.

Oh! Mommy packed me cinnamon burger!

Yum!

Hey, listen to this joke I just heard!

It's a gasser!Two Mallards walk into a

duck blind and...

Oh, yuck! Very funny, plucky!

Hey, it wasn't me!

First rule in the schoolyard jungle:

blame someone else.

Oh, it's Hampton!

Who wrote this?

Man, Babs, lay off the broccoli!

Huh It was Babs all along!

The faker's the maker, duck! Wait,

wait If it wasn't me, and it wasn't any

of you,Then who?Hmm

Get 'em!

Great horny toes!

UmmPardon.

Hold it!

It's coming from over here.

Sneakers, a little stinker! I've been

practicing, Mr. Pookie, sir.

Well, at least one of us came through

lunch smelling like a rose.

And now it's time to visit the world of

classical ballet.

Here we find such masterpieces as The

Nutty cr*cker, Marty Yo

and Julie Idiot, and

my personal favorite, Loon Lake.

Excellent girl. You will be

perfect in tomorrow's recital!

Like, thanks, Madame Chatay! Now,

get plenty of rest! Tomorrow's a big

day!

Oh, isn't it, like, exciting or some junk?

Our first recital! Wow, it's gonna be

hard to sleep tonight, I'm sure! But,

like, I know we're all gonna do Mondo

Fabuloso!Seriously, I'm very

psychic about these things.

Tomorrow night we'll cut loose and

totally party! Wow!

Like, stay cosmic!

Like... Can you believe the way she talks?

And some junk?What an airhead! Umm

Who does that ugly little mud hen think

she is, associating with us swans?

Ewww!

Personally, I don't think she's fit to

dance on the same stage with us. Like,

really?Like, tedly?Um,

like, I forgot my toe shoes.

Heya, Shelishnikov!

How was rehearsal?Um,

like, I don't think I'm gonna take ballet

anymore. What?Why?You

love to dance! Well, like... I

don't think I'm any good, and like, it

takes up too much time and junk, and

like, I probably just totally stink at it

anyway. No you don't! You're

terrific! Where'd you get those weird

ideas?Oh!Like, I heard the

other girls talking, and they, like, said

I was, like, no good, and, like, in our

head, and, and like, wasn't fit to dance,

like, and they didn't want me to dance

with them, then they, like, called me an

ugly little mud hen, and, like, said I,

like, talked funny in junk, and some

junk, and, like, and some, like...

Totally. Why, those lousy,

stuck-up... Hey, hey, don't

listen to those snotty squawkers. You're

better than they are. Really?

Absolutely. And you're gonna prove it at

the recital tomorrow.

Remember, you can rise above them

because you're a better person. Like,

thanks, Bab.

Well, the little mud hens showed up.

Like, flush those negatory vibes,

Giselle. We have to work together to get

through this recital, 'kay?'Kay.

Why, that snotty excuse for

pillow-stuffing! Babs?It's like

Copacetic! I can rise above it!

Good girl! You don't have to sink to

their level! I'll do it for you.

Like, I predicted my recital would be a

smash. Like really.

Like peddling.